C85 Intimidation

I had expected the bar to be bustling, but instead, it was surprisingly quiet, more akin to a lounge. Upon entering, a sharp alcohol scent hit me, mingling with the sounds of a bar counter singer's voice.

He was belting out a tune that must have been a pop song, unfamiliar to Zhang Bufan, yet carried a lively beat.

The bar wasn't crowded; plenty of seats were vacant